"Because I was the one who killed the people here!"
The cute little Loli said coldly.
There was an unspeakable malice hidden in the voice.
She looks a little strange like this, making people want to distance themselves from her involuntarily.
But, after a moment.
When Nanxing and the others learned from Yan Moai what had happened to her and the village, they could no longer feel sympathy for the village destroyed by the fire.
“I’m originally from this village.”
"But because of some things, I am hated by the villagers."
"When I was seven years old, I was chosen to be a sacrifice to the mountain god."
"My cousin Sentaro didn't want me to die, so he secretly ran to the back mountain every day to bring me food."
“I just managed to survive.”
Yanma Ai said calmly.
Her voice was so cold that it seemed as if she was telling someone else's story.
But Nanxing could imagine what turbulent emotions were hidden beneath this calmness.
Share life and death, share hardships.
——For Yanma Ai at that time, the cousin who was only a few years older than her was the only ray of light in her dark life.
But sadly.
Since at this moment she is standing here as Yama.
This means that this story must end in tragedy.
"We have been hiding for a long time."
“But it was still discovered by the villagers.”
"At that time, the village had a poor harvest."
"People thought that my survival had angered the mountain god, so they wanted to bury me alive."
"And the person who buried me alive... was that Sentarou."
Yanma Ai gritted her teeth and uttered word by word this name, which made her tremble uncontrollably whenever it was mentioned.
——How much I loved you in the past, how much I hate you now.
This can be considered an example of the transformation from human to monster.
But, then again.
"So, do you hate those villagers more, or do you hate that Sentaro more?"
Nanxing asked again.
Yama Ai did not answer.
Because to her, there is no difference between the two.
——Anyway, they were all turned into ashes under the flames of her anger.
……
In the end, Yan Mo Ai was still unwilling to save the souls here.
There's no way, this kind of thing can't be forced.
But Nanxing was willing to give this little Yama a chance to be liberated.
He found out the place where Yanma Ai was buried alive and dug up her body.
Then, after obtaining the consent of Enma Ai, Fujiwara no Momoko burned it to ashes with a huge fire.
——This is actually for Yanma’s hobby.
The bodies of the deceased are of great use to some special professions.
At least, the Hanakaiin family has hidden the secret technique of refining corpses into Shikigami.
Although the possibility of such a thing happening is less than one in ten thousand, since it can be prevented in advance, why not do it?
Yanma Ai watched her body being burned to ashes bit by bit by the fire.
She was very calm, as calm as if she were an outsider.
——In fact, she and the tragic girl who was buried alive are not the same person.
Although they share the same memories, Enma Ai is essentially a youkai born from the girl's anger.
They are two completely different individuals, similar to the relationship between Pangu's soul and the Three Pure Ones.
"But your anger still hasn't dissipated."
"Who are you still resenting?"
Looking at the girl's cold eyes, Nanxing continued to ask.
He knew that the real Yama should not be like this.
For example, Shiki Eihime - although she also looks completely unapproachable, there is no look in her eyes that keeps people at a distance.
In fact, quite the opposite.
If someone is willing to get close to her, she will happily open her arms and then use the stick of repentance in her hand to teach that person a lesson for at least a day and a night.
Although this may sound a headache, preaching is indeed a way for Shiki Eiji to express her love.
But what about Yama Ai?
She loves no one.
I don't even love myself.
The girl named "Love" lost even the ability to love in the end.
This is like a perfect ironic story.
Chapter 129: Aboriginal God, Earth Spider
night.
In order not to upset Yan Moai and remind her of her sad memories, Nan Xing decided to find another place to camp.
[Wood Release: Four Pillars Family Technique].
This really is a very convenient jutsu.
Even in a remote forest, you can build a shelter that can be called "comfortable" as quickly as possible.
Fujiwara no Moko ran outside to collect firewood very naturally.
She and Nanxing had their own division of labor for the preparations for these nights, and they were already familiar with the process.
As if stimulated, Yanma Ai returned to her previous porcelain doll appearance, sitting in the corner of the room, motionless and silent.
At the same time, Ibuki Suika lay on the floor very naturally, drinking wine and discussing things about gods with Nanxing.
"By the way, are there really gods that require villagers to offer sacrifices regularly, or else they will bring disaster upon the villagers?"
Nanxing asked curiously.
In his impression, "harming people" is not something that gods should do.
——This is obviously the responsibility of monsters.
Logically speaking, the so-called gods were born from hope and were meant to bring light and vitality to mankind.
But if it is according to Yanma Ai...the so-called mountain god has no intention of protecting humans at all.
He asked the villagers to offer sacrifices on a regular basis, otherwise disaster would befall them - this behavior looked like that of a monster no matter how you looked at it.
"Could it be that the monster has turned good?"
Nanxing speculated boldly.
But Ibuki Suika shook her head.
"Indigenous gods."
She uttered a term that Nanxing had never heard of before.
"In this world, there are indeed gods who gain faith by harming humans and causing disasters."
“We call them indigenous gods.”
“But that’s a long way off.”
……
Aboriginal god.
In a sense, it might be more appropriate to describe them as "local gods."
In the early days of primitive society, humans, who were still in ignorance, worshipped everything.
Thus, the [indigenous god] was born.
They are the original gods, like the leaders of a tribe, dominating all living beings in the tribe.
When they are happy, they will bring blessings; when they are angry, they will bring disaster.
However, no matter whether it is blessing or disaster, their ultimate goal is to gain faith from human beings.
——Reverence is also a form of worship.
Corresponding to these [indigenous gods] are the [conceptual gods] on Takamagahara.
They are gods born from the collective consciousness of mankind. Although they are not restricted by local conditions, they have lost the ability to create disasters.
Only the conceptual god is wholeheartedly concerned with protecting humanity.
Later, a great war broke out between the conceptual gods and the indigenous gods.
The result of the battle was naturally the victory of the Concept God.
From then on, mankind ushered in a new era.
At the same time, it is worth mentioning that Ibuki Suika's nominal father, the Yamata no Orochi, can actually be regarded as one of the indigenous gods.
Another very representative one is the indigenous god hovering in Mount Fuji.
The event of Susanoo killing the Yamata-no-Orochi can be seen as both Susanoo's personal destiny and a symbol of the victory of the conceptual god over the indigenous god.
"Later, the indigenous gods disappeared."
"But the fear caused by those disasters has not disappeared."
“So, there are monsters.”
Ibuki Suika explained slowly and leisurely, filling in the gaps in Nanxing's knowledge of "history".
"But, according to what you said, weren't the indigenous gods already extinct a long time ago?"
"Who knows - there were eight million gods living in this land, maybe one or two could have slipped through the net."
……
It's getting later.
After a simple dinner, Nanxing and others were ready to rest.
However, at this moment, a loud noise suddenly came from the forest outside.
Then, there was a violent shaking like an earthquake.
"Is it the mountain god?"
Nanxing thought subconsciously.
However, when he ran out excitedly, he found that this was not the Tokyo created by God.
Rather, the previous resentment turned into spirit.
It was an extra-large spider, with its legs alone being seven or eight meters long.
